Here's a little bit about me and why I'm rambling at you.
I'm Australian- born and raised in Rockingham, W.A. Throw your stones.
I've been to Europe, the US, Indonesia and New Zealand multiple times, but I've never been to Broome and want to go.
A little over a year ago I discovered I enjoy helping people learn, and thought I might try teaching.
I have a degree in Film, and will soon have a GradDipEd in Secondary Education: English and Media.
I have been told it's hard to tell when I'm being sarcastic and when I'm not.
I have been told my voice is too loud. (I was tested for poor hearing because of this when I was a kid, hearing is fine, I'm just too loud).
I love to write, but I had to learn how to do it twice when I was younger, because my cute mirror-writing phase apparently didn't go away.
I have a caring family I am forever grateful for.
I have an awesome fiancé and a small group of wonderful friends.
And I'm an intern! Of the teaching kind.
What's an intern?
The university where I study my graduate diploma sent me a letter late last year. I gave it a quick read, thought 'meh', and threw it away. It was about some special scholarship you could apply for where you worked at a school for a whole year instead of doing a six-week major prac. It was called an internship. It sounded sort of interesting, but I worked four days a week and thought I needed more money than the scholarship was offering - plus what if you hated the school?
Thank god for Facebook. I saw a friend's status talking about how she was going to apply for this amazing opportunity, and saw heaps of people commenting saying they were going to do the same thing. If Intern 1 (that's her name now- we work together!) thinks this is really good, maybe I should reconsider applying, I thought. This is one of those times when peer pressure, unintentional as it was, had a positive outcome. The more I thought about it, the better it sounded. I wouldn't have to work in my competitive sales job. I would get way more experience than the average education student. And I would know for sure whether this teaching gig was the right thing for me.
Fast-forward 9 months to where we are today, and I'm one of four interns in our English department at a great school. The other interns are practically my sisters and brother- I can't image work without them. I have a crazy-hyperactive mentor teacher who can claim a huge part in helping me make it this far with my sanity attached, along with his friend, Intern 3's mentor- these two are basically mum and dad (or dad and dad, to make them sound even more like a couple). I work with other inspirational colleagues, some who amaze me with their strength and determination. I teach around 100 hilarious, strange, smart, creative teenagers who surprise me all the time.
Perhaps the most important thing you should know about me, is that I love my job.